But see, if you want short, you need Gailcalled. She is a great believer in brevity. I, on the other hand, as you have found to your great dismay, can’t be bothered with editing. I just go on and on and one as the thoughts spew from my brain like rainbow colored drops in a sun-shower. Each, of course, being brilliant, just like me.
Why, you probably don’t believe it, but even my poop is brilliant. My poop scores 145 on intelligence tests! My poop has won three nobel prizes so far, in three different fields of endeavor.
Now I do have a question for you, my dogged slave. You say that “your funny,” and I wonder what you mean: my funny? Did I make a joke? Was that my funny? I mean, you couldn’t have meant “you’re” funny, as in “you are” funny, because I’m sure you would never make a grammar error like that, seeing as how you are such a judge of other people’s grammar. But, of course, you aren’t presumptuous at all, are you? Assuming you even know what the word means.
Alas, I would love to go on and on…. and on. Because I know how much you love my words and for some god forsaken reason, you feel it necessary to read them all (you have my condolences). I wish I could point you towards some of my lengthier posts on fluther, and you ‘d realize how concise I am actually being here.
So, my friend, just to save you more angst and frustration, if not annoyance, I will cut myself off here, before I start discussing the meaning of life or some such ineluctable topic. Don’t bother to look that up. I just threw it in to annoy you. All in good fun, of course.
I do look forward to your next abrasive missive.